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stage makeup 💋💄

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Feeling Normal

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Incompatible

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somewhere only we know ✨

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If you can cry real tears, then

You're gonna cry them all for me.

If you can feel real fears, then

I'm gonna leave you shivering.

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the magic of kaeya's lucky coin

NINE:

“Kaeya, look what I found!”

Playing in the wreckage of a caravan far out from Dawn Winery, covered in grease and dirt, Diluc popped his head out of an old wheelbarrow, holding onto a grubby mora coin. They weren’t supposed to be playing here, and Kaeya had been hesitant to jump into the mess with him. This was a new shirt, freshly pressed, and he didn’t want to get it dirty. But Diluc beamed at him with a wide grin, professing that laundry was done every night, anyway, and that it was a child’s duty to have fun and get into trouble, so Kaeya could not resist him.

“It’s just one mora,” Kaeya said. “You have a lot of that.” He heard Master Crepus’s voice in his head—*we* have a lot of that—but he still could not quite consider himself as part of their family.

“Yes, but this one is special,” Diluc said, climbing out of the wheel well and brushing off his trousers. He dashed over to Kaeya, rubbing the coin off with his shirt.

“Why?” Kaeya crinkled his nose as Diluc held the coin up to the sunlight, where despite the dirt etched into the grooves, it glinted brightly.

“It’s a lucky coin,” Diluc said confidently. “Papa said that if you find a coin on the ground and wish on it, then it will bring you luck.”

Kaeya tilted his head as Diluc placed the coin in the palm of his hand, before covering it with his own. Perhaps this was just a strange Mondstadt tradition.

“Let’s make a wish together,” Diluc said. “Then it can belong to both of us.”

“Okay,” said Kaeya. “What should we wish for?”

Diluc paused, humming thoughtfully. “I wish…that we’ll be together forever!”

Kaeya’s tiny heart swelled with burning affection, and it was all he could do to swallow his tears with a valiant sniffle. “Me too,” he said. “I wish that I’ll always be here with you.”

It had been just over a year since he arrived in Mondstadt, and with each passing day, Kaeya found it more and more difficult to imagine his life anywhere else. How could he, when every day he was so lucky to bask in the glory of the sun?

SIXTEEN:

“You still have this thing?”

Diluc was home for the weekend, on break from his duties as Cavalry Captain, and helping Kaeya clear out his room before he, too, began his training with the Knights. They had both gotten side tracked by digging through their belongings, reflecting on their past with fondness. They were peering through a small keepsake box Kaeya kept in his nightstand, and Diluc had just pulled out the old coin he had given to him all those years ago.

Kaeya snatched it back from him. “Of course I do. It’s my lucky coin.”

“That was just a tall tale, you know,” Diluc said, his eyes gleaming with fondness. “I just wanted to make a wish with you.”

“Really now?” Kaeya held the coin between two fingers, gazing at it for a moment before flicking it into the air and catching it gracefully. “But it’s brought me so much luck. Every time I’m worried about something, I take it out of this box and think of you, and suddenly I feel much better.”

Diluc laughed softly, no more than a soft exhale through his nose, and took Kaeya’s hand, gently moving his arm behind his back, and wrapping his arm around his waist. He pulled him in close, closing the gap between them, and Kaeya could feel his breath ghosting against his lips.

“You think of me often?” he asked in a whisper. Kaeya suppressed a shiver, his eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh, Master Diluc,” he sighed. “My bed is so lonely since you left me. What else can I do but think of you?”

Diluc pushed him back onto that very same bed, where they lay entangled with one another for twenty glorious minutes, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies in the lazy afternoon sun. With the top few buttons of his shirt undone, a new bruise forming on his collarbone, Diluc took the coin from Kaeya, holding it in his hand.

“Here,” he said. “I’ll make it truly lucky for you.” Ensuring he had Kaeya’s full attention—which he did, he always did—he pressed his lips to the coin, making even Kaeya’s ears blush before he pressed it back in his palm, curling his elegant fingers around it. “Now when we’re apart, you can touch that coin, and it will be just like I am there with you, kissing the palm of your hand.”

This time, Kaeya could not stop the tears from welling in his eyes, and he clutched the coin to his chest, offering Diluc his other hand, palm towards the sky.

“Show me,” he demanded breathlessly. “So I don’t forget what it feels like.”

Kaeya and Diluc did not make it out of their bedroom for another two hours, and when they arrived at the table for dinner, neither of them could look Adelinde in the eye.  

PRESENT:

“…I tell the coin a joke every time I toss it in the air. If it finds my joke funny, then it cooperates with me.”

Kaeya is no stranger to lying. The words come to his tongue as easily as air passes through his lungs. Often times, the lies are just for his own amusement, or intended to turn the tides in his favour. Sometimes, however, the lies are to protect his own secrets, or allow him to weasel his way out of exposing any hint of vulnerability.

In this case, he simply cannot bring himself to admit to the traveler that every time he wishes to control his coin, he thinks about one Diluc Ragnvindr, and imagines laying in his arms again, hands tangled in his mane of fiery hair, and whispering words of adoration against his lips.

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i think diona was covering for kaeya in an effort to preserve some of his dignity

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TCG

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THEY ACTUALLY CHANGED THE DIALOGUE

I DID CARIBERT ON MY F2P ACCOUNT BUT THEN I SAW THIS AND I HAD TO PAUSE COZ HOLY CRAP

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An AU where homesteader and bird enthusiast Diluc finally indulges in his lifelong dream of raising peafowl, starting with a beautiful peacock he drove halfway across Teyvat to pick up. He dotes upon the gorgeous bird for three days, until he goes to check up on a suspicious sound on the third night and discovers not his new, beloved pet, but a slender, naked, breathtakingly beautiful man lounging in his enclosure instead.

“Oh, hello.” The man, who had been stretched out across the bench in the enclosure, displaying every curve and angle of his sculpted body like an artist’s muse, sits up and stretches. “I didn’t expect to see you here so late. I don’t suppose you have something more substantial to eat, do you? I don’t like this kind of thing.” He gestures to the birdfeed in the dish across the enclosure, hardly pecked at. “Also, it’s very cold in Mondstadt. I’m used to much warmer temperatures. Your attempt at heating the enclosure is a good start, but look at my skin. I’m freezing!”

Diluc’s breath comes out in a gust. “Clothes?”

“Hm? Oh, well, I suppose.”

“You need to put on clothes.”

“I’m afraid those would be within your purview, dear owner.”

“You need to put on clothes and get the fuck off my property before I call the Knights.”

The man looks stunned. His surprise morphs into fear as Diluc stalks into the enclosure, fists balled at his side, rage eclipsing his red, red eyes.  

“Where is my bird? What the fuck did you do to him, you creep?”

“I feel there has been some sort of misunderstanding here—”

“I haven’t misunderstood a damn thing. Get out before I make you get out, and tell me where you put the bird. I am more than capable of making your life hell.”

The strange, beautiful man backs himself into a wall as Diluc approaches with speed, and shoves out his hand, signaling him to stop.

“Wait!” He pushes back his stunning blue hair, iridescent in the bright lamplight much like a peacock’s plumage, and gestures to his right eye—which is scarred conspicuously just like his beloved bird’s.  

Diluc stops in his tracks, all the ire he had been carrying in his body draining out of him instantly.

“Yes, do you see? I am the bird.”

When Diluc makes no further attempts to charge at him, the man relaxes somewhat, next gesturing to his right ankle, which is red and indented in the same general shape as the broken leg tag he picks up out of the bedding. Diluc had put that tag on him this morning.

“Name,” he says curtly.

“Pardon?”

“What is the name of my peacock?”

The man sighs dramatically, as if displeased. “Dawn.”

He should continue interrogating this man making such an outrageous claim, but he is distracted by a much more pressing thought. “Is there something wrong with the name?”

The man—Dawn?—shrugged, looking blasé. “I think it’s a good name in theory, but for a peacock? I think you could have done a bit better, don’t you?”

“What’s wrong with ‘Dawn’?” Diluc sounds petulant even to his own ears.

“Have you ever seen a sunrise with these colours?” ‘Dawn’ gestures to his body—still distractingly nude—and picks up a loose feather from the ground, twirling it between his fingers. “I certainly haven’t.”

“Well, if it’s such a bad name, what would you have chosen?”

“Kaeya,” the man says, without even thinking about it, and graces Diluc with a charming smile so arresting it makes his heart skip a beat. “At least, that’s what my parents named me.”

Diluc trudges over to the bench, utterly dazed, and collapses onto the seat with his head in his hands, trying to process this absurd turn of events.

“You’ve heard of werewolves, I’m sure?”

Diluc covers his mouth, staring into the middle distance. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Well, wolves are not the only animal capable of changing form as the moon wills it. I come from a long, proud lineage of peafowl who take a human form once the sun falls. Or perhaps it was the other way around. It’s a curse, you see, from many moons ago…”

Diluc lets Dawn—Kaeya—prattle on, tuning him out as he considers the situation. How could he even consider believing this? He considers himself quite the rational person, but perhaps it’s that very rationality making him accept this as fact. The evidence—the scar, the leg, a name that no one but himself and his bird could know—is compelling, and why would someone trespass on his property, steal his bird, then hunker down, nude, in its enclosure? Surely no one was that mad.

“…But I got a little bit rambunctious, you see, and found myself caught up with that strange little rancher you purchased me from. I suppose it could have been worse, though. You drove from so far away, just for me! I was flattered.”

Diluc takes another glance at this man and looks away when he sees him sitting very improperly in the corner, knees up and legs spread. He’s never seen—he’s never been in this close proximity with a naked man before. A man whom he is very attracted to. His thoughts wander, his eyes unfocused.

“Were you planning on breeding me, by the way?”

Diluc nearly faints, and his freckled cheeks flare crimson. “Pardon me?!”

Kaeya stares at him like he knows something about Diluc that Diluc does not know.

“Were you planning on purchasing hens for me to breed with? Because I have to say, that might be a bit difficult for me. Not quite to my tastes, you see.”

Diluc opens his mouth, searches for words, finds none. Closes it again.

“Though, if your heart is set upon breeding me…” Kaeya rises to his feet, and prowls over to Diluc, more akin to a limber cat than a bird. He slides next to him on the bench, and Diluc lets him nuzzle into the crook of his neck, where he places his soft, human lips at the shell of his ear, and whispers in the husk of a vixen, “There is another option you could choose that I think might suit us both perfectly.”

And that is how Diluc acquired a housemate, a muse, a lover—and still does not own any peafowl.   

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ii.

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Telenovela 💐🫶🏻

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big brother and his little fan

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these are only the first 3 pages out of 25 I'll post the rest about once a week or two further I promise a lot of jokes and ROMANCE and the more feedback you bring me, the less I will feel like a garbage and the faster I will draw new pages

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new outfit!

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Comic about my kaeluc au!